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As they moved inside just before they entered the fray Zoya tapped James' shoulder and whispered. "None of us drink alcohol." Then she moved back a bit as her flight seemed to bunch together around Zoya. They already showed signs of the jitters and all of their tails twitched two and fro in a predatory manner . Zoya let out a small growl and then tried to keep up with James, clearly she did not understand english too well because she was unable to decipher any of the linguistics around her. She guessed James knew Russian quite well in that case.

Jamie nodded at Zoya's words, shortening his stride so they could keep up. He gently pushed pilots, sailors, mechanics, and just about everything else from the path he was carving, taking care so as not to upset their drinks. With luck and a little bit of skill, none of them noticed. Finding the empty corner took more than a little luck, but apparently Jamie's luck was good.

"Alright, ladies. The corner is ours. Shall I procure drinks for us? No alcohol for you, correct?"

The group stuck together, the few that had ears that moved had them lie back while sasha had her fangs bore slightly, as bits of deadly neuro-toxic venom dabbled on the tips pf them. Eventual they made their way to the slightly deserted corner of the room. Zoya felt an accidental sharp tug on her tail. She hisses and reflex kicked in, as she spun around and decked the drunken male who had accadently tugged her tail. then she returned to her comrades, rubbing her hand gently. "I'm sorry..." she whispered. I was startled..."

Jamie slipped back into the crowd, headed for the table with the drinks on it. There wasn't much of a variety. Beer, cola, and more beer. He grabbed five colas, and made his way back slowly, avoiding passed out drunks. Once he made it back to the corner, he handed out drinks, then began sipping his own. He looked down at the drunk behind Zoya, nodded, then gently pushed the man into a different part of the corner.

"Sorry about that. We simply had to show up. There's a different door somewhere right around here, so any time you ladies wish to leave, we'll find it."

the group of ladies took their drinks and nodded or mumbled their gratefulness to him then they all seemed to place their back to the wall and try to blend a bit, to avoid being seen. The only one whaat realized hiding was futile was Zoya, who was bright white as it was. She had learned over the years that hiding was hard for her. So it was either run away, or try and fight it, and in her eyes fighting never worked. As she set her beverage down she turned and looked at james. "So...this is quite a....'party' and all...but where are the celebratory dancers? or the happy families all enjoying dinner together? Or the newly wed couple tossing their bouquets?" She asked in an almost scare tone, a light one that had innocence to it.

While Zoya spoke softly with James the other ladies talked among themselves, mostly about how this treaty would work out or several new tactics to best their foes. Sasha had opened her drink first and murmured. "Remember, don't drink after me....very dangerous. Sorry ladies." She smiled a bit as they chuckled among themselves. It was humorous because apparently the only american that understood them was james.

Zas flicked her long luscious tail and then let out a low sigh. "This is nothing like celebrations back at home...Even when we were kids and we had little inward parties, they were more civil and relaxed than this. But then again every culture is different, and if we are to stay here for the night we must respect that."

"I understand that much." Hydra replied softly, skilfully holding her drink with her tail. "We all know this for sure. It's how er were raised you know. So how much longer do we stay?"

"Until zoya directs us to." Zasz mumbled softly. "and i'm sure that will be pretty soon."

"Like I said. This was thrown together in five hours. The formal dinner and dance are a week from now, and I'm fairly certain you're invited. If not, you shall attend as my guests. This is what modern America refers to as a party: Nearly everyone getting drunk as skunks, then staggering to their place of residence to puke everything up and pass out. You're thinking of a formal event, such as a wedding. That's when I wear my kilt. The rest of the time when I wear civilian clothes, I wear blue jeans. It's simplest, that way." Jamie thought for a moment, then shrugged. "I know you'd rather not be here, and I'd rather not be here, but appearances are important. We've put in ours and the duty is done; I went ahead and got you all into the same room. I can lead you to it now, if you wish."

Zoya nodded ever so slowly as her long tail twitched slowly as she thought over her predicament. Clearly she had to just be here to be appreciated, but if everything went properly, she would not be noted at all. Though that was just in her mind. A young man, maybe in his twenties strode to her and james then eyeed them both then he turned to Zoya. "so you are the leader or Vexor squadron? I heard a lot about your flight, pretty skilled."

Zoya blushed softly and looked away as she mumbled softly to James. "What did he say...I can't understand him, and I think he knows that."

"He said Vexor Flight is good, very good. He's heard a lot about you ladies." Jamie smiled, then spoke to both of them, quick English and then sure-fire Russian. "We should take a walk. You two can talk. I'll translate, and take the drunk down there to his room if we pass it. If not, we'll for sure pass mine. I'll leave him there on my couch." Nodding to the drunk, he finished his drink, then tossed the cup into a trash can. Bending down, he slung the passed out man he had moved over his shoulder.

Zoya leaned over and whispered softly to james while keeping her eyes locked with the male who had complemented her. "I do not..really want to talk to anyone here....I hope he does not mind if we just, leave...without talking." Her tail twitched a bit as her trustee squadron mates pushed themselves off the wall and stood near her, also eager to exit the building. (I'm sorry for really bad posts, iv'e been rather busy lately.)

((No, no! It's all good. I have been, too.))

"Sorry, man. She's feeling bad. She was just gonna go lie down. Sorry." The man shrugged it off, not minding. Jamie turned back to Zoya as the man left, staggering slightly. "I told him you weren't feeling well and were going to lie down. I guess now's as good a time to leave as any? The door is behind you. You go out it, and you'll wind up in a hallway. Take a left and go down all the way to where it splits again. Take a right, and the first door on your left is the room you're all sharing. I'll be there in about five minutes. I gotta get this guy somewhere to sleep peacefully, so he doesn't wake up with stuff drawn all over his face." Jamie turned and made his way through the crowd, unafraid to use his free shoulder to push through the press of people. Once he made it to the door he began jogging to his room, the man's head bumping against Jamie's back.

Zoya would nod softly to him then relay the instruction to her comrades, who all in turn nodded. Zoya then watched James leave with a keen eye before turning around quickly. "Come ladies, let us make our way out of this atrocious atrocity." She made her way to the door and exited the room. The hallways looked military enough, not relaxed at all, a hard gray color with no carpeting. Personally, every member of Zoya's flight could not wait to get their combat boots off. They hated shoes, especially Sasha, who bore a black talon on each of her three toes. Zoya lead them though the quiet hallway, listening to the eerie echo of her own and her comrades footfalls. hhe takes the left and followed the hallway down to the next split, then she took the right and led them to the first room on the left. Zoya slowly opened the door and strode inside, inhaling softly and quietly she murmured softly. "it's simple...very nice and comfortable?"(I have no clue what it looks like inside.)

Zasz had stood on her sisters left side and crossed her arms looking the place down. "It looks clean at least. Sometimes we don't even get rooms." She let out a soft laugh and then shook her head looking back at Sasha who had started to speak as well.

"Well, it's quaint. And it will do, after all we are here as guests, and only for one night. So i'm a bit honored so be offered a nice room."

((Since it's not really lived in, think Spartan in nature. No personal decorations, although the two sets of bunk beds are comfortable enough. Lots of off-white and gray, too.))

Jamie set the drunk man down on his bed once they made it to his room, placed a bottle of water on the bed-side table, and two Aspirin. He set a "Do not Disturb" sign on the door knob outside the room, and locked it. It could be unlocked from the inside, so he didn't really worry. He made his way to the room Vexor Flight was staying in, doing his best to avoid any one else. He succeeded, and knocked on the door about five minutes after they had parted.

No matter how quaint it was, they personally enjoyed it. It was like a resort compared to what they were used to. Within a minuet of Hydra closing the door behind them, they had all stripped of their clothes. In nothing but tight booty shorts and simplistic bras. The only reason they had that on was because of the guest that would be joining them. If not for him, they would be stripped completely. Zoya flicked her ears at the sound of a gentle rapping on the door, she softly responded. "Do enter, nothing is stopping you." they had all taken up their seats on the bunk beds. Off of the linen on the beds, sheets, covers pillows, everything. Had been laid out between the beds in a neat fashion, with the four sheets and a blanket as bedding between them and the floor, then the rest of the covers were stacked neatly at the foot of their makeshift bed. But until they were ready they alll sat on their own bunks, all of them having their legs crossed and their hands either on their lap or behind them for they leaned back a bit.

Jamie entered their room quietly, scratching at the day-old stubble on his chin. Because he was active, but not on duty while deployed, Air Force rules regarding stubble and bears were unclear, so Jamie usually went clean-shaven, but when he didn't have a chance to shave, his stubble started bother him, hence the itching. The stubble served to soften his chin and jaw lines, making him seem slightly less intimidating. "Good evening, ladies. How are you doing? Comfortable?"

"Da, I am quite comfortable thank you for asking." Zoya responded, followed by her flights acknowledgments as well. Then she flickced her ears listening to what they had to say.

"Well i'm suprized to see you joined us." Sasha stated softly. "I am quite honored for the ace leader to join us." Sasha had coiled her scaled tail on her lap as she eyed the human with wide awake eyes.

Next came Zasz. "Indeed, you gave Zoya a run for her money. That takes skill, a hell of a lot of it too." She seemed a bit more focused on adjusting her clothing, rather than talking.

And finally Hydra chimed in with a simplistic. "Yeah welcome..." Hydra had always been the stand-off type, always more absorbed by her squadron or her own needs. The humans really did not interest her at all.

"I'm glad you're all comfortable. Why be surprised, miss? Did I not say I would? And I'm lucky, and a little good. Luck counts for more than you think it would, you know. I'm pleased to be welcomed to your quarters. I apologize for any discomfort you may have experienced." Jamie sat against the wall and removed his shoes, not sure of Russian customs on the wearing of shoes inside. His black socks provided a contrast with the off-white carpeting of the floor. He set his shoes near the door, then sat on the floor, scratching his face the entire time.

Zoya looked at James and his constant scratching. It make her chuckle softly. "Well, do you have fleas or something? Clearly something is bothering your skin." She twitched her tail and slowly petted half of its length. "Just making sure and all, i mean those of us who have fur..can be...prone catching to fleas."

At that moment Sasha giggled softly and laid back on the bed placing her hands behind her head as she slid her legs of the bed and to the floor, wiggling her toes making her black talons click against the floor.

"No, it's not fleas. You're intelligent young women. You notice how the hair on my head is longer than that on my face? Well, rules say when I'm on duty, I can't grow anything other than a short mustache. You'll notice I have stubble all over my cheeks and chin. That's because I shaved this morning and the hair is growing back, meaning it itches like the devil's own hairy arse. If I had fleas, the Air Force would hose me down with some chemical cocktail designed to kill cockroaches that had survived a nuclear holocaust. No thanks. I have had fleas before, though. I was sixteen at the time, I think. I remember being ten feet tall and bullet proof, and determined to take Dad's best herd of cattle on a drive all by myself. A recipe for disaster, even if everything had gone right.

It didn't. Halfway to Denver, Colorado, a storm hit myself and the herd. I spent the next five days rounding up the cattle that had stampeded, meaning, instead of arriving slightly smelling bad, I arrived at the cattle station smelling like a dead raccoon, covered in fleas, ticks, and I don't know what else. I never went on a cattle drive alone after that. I suppose I should be glad I wore blue jeans for that one..... The one time I wore shorts, a cold snap hit us and I sat shivering for the rest of the drive, stuck to my saddle. They had to melt the ice that had formed around me." Jamie laughed at the thought of being stuck to a saddle. When it had happened, it hadn't been very funny, but retrospect often granted amusement or silent shame. This case turned out to be the former, as Jamie had committed many more mistakes like that before he left home.

Zoya would nod very slowly as she examined James' human features. She rubbed her neck slowly then nodded. "I still do not see why they will not let humans grow their hair. It's nice then they have hair. Only few things look god without hair. And Sasha is one of those things." Zoya glanced at sasha as Sasha looked down blushing. Then they had all grown silent, listening to his story about what he did when he used to escort cattle to some placed called, Denver. They all chuckled and giggled softly as they head of his mistake, having gotten stuck in the saddle.

A few moments later Hydra spoke up, her voice was soft and elegant, yet slightly aggressive, for it was her natural nature. "Well, that reminds me of what Sasha did when we were only five years of age!" She smirked a devious grin, ling her ears back, which slightly parted her silver hair.

Sasha quickly pointed at her as he cheeks flushed a deeper color and she narrowed her green eyes, saying. "Oh Hydra, Don't you dare..."

As Sasha finished her playful threat Hydra held up her hand to hush her then she spoke loud enough for everyone to hear her well. "This one here, Sasha. Had such a blunder in the winter. We all told her 'Sasha, it's really cold out here, you don't have fur you need more clothes than that!' But nooo, mis Sasha had to back sass us and think she could just walts out in a Russian winter with a hoodie and sweaties. Well she was wrong! five minuets out she was damn near frozen solid!" Hydra laughed and shook her head. "Even worse off we had to drag her inside and stuff her practically IN the oven to warm her up! Then Zoya's mom walked in and freaked out, thinking we were trying to cook her!" She broke out laughing, as well as the rest of the squadron, except Sasah who looked down blushing heavily. the only things she could squeak for herself was. "I didn't know any better..."

Jamie smiled, laughing. He could recall thinking he was smarter than everyone around him and insisting on doing what he wanted, no matter how idiotic. He leaned back against the wall, eyes slowly performing a check of the room without him thinking about it, as he replied. "We all make mistakes when we're young. I've made more than my fair share, though. We make mistakes so we can learn from them, though." He nodded at his own words, adding; "Yeah, that sounds about right."